There is a big beautiful house,
with a big beautiful porch.
It is next,
to a beautiful white church.
It is four miles north,
till you reach the avenue,
then make a left,
and go all the way down the dirt road.
Sunday afternoon,
is baptism service.
Everyone behind the church flocks,
seven acres by the river.
As they walk,
into the cold water,
go under, and come up,
their body begins to shivver.
- Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 3rd, 2018 04:48
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
Comments2
A fine write Forever.
In parts of the UK ~ They have PUBLIC BAPTISMS ~ Cold but a great witness ! The water in our Church Baptistry is always heated ! Thanks for caring ~ Yours BRIAN
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